BurbleChaz

After a day wasted playing silly computer games, we had a plan for dinner. Dinner did not share the plan. Allow me to introduce Cuthbert:

Pre-cooked rock lobster

I acquired Cuthbert at Queen Vic Market yesterday. Since I'm too wussy to slaughter dinner myself, I bought him (her?) pre-cooked. Note to self: cooked invertebrates should have no smell. This evening, I pulled him from the fridge, unwrapped the package and was assaulted by The Smell. Cuthbert was taking revenge. The small disturbance of moving him (it? her?) was enough to allow some gas to escape. Cooked food should not move on its own. I tugged gently at the front end. It came away, revealing brown, drooling foetid glubber. And, of course, The Smell. A few seconds later, Cuthbert was taking a quick journey down a long pipe, back to the nether realms.

We cooked the rack of lamb instead. The roast potatoes were perfect. The fireworks were fun, too.

*"In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming." Do I have to spell everything out for you?